My first studio set up. Basically, a computer and a pre-amp.

This is the second part of a blog about how I became a music producer (part one here is basically my back-story).   This blog is about how I started production in earnest, spotted an opportunity and got set up as a professional.

After years of recording on cassettes, I got a loan to buy some proper recording equipment.  Deciding on quality over quantity, I bought an iMac, Logic Pro 6, an AKG414 mic and a Mackie Onyx 400f pre-amp.

It was a simple set-up, but it did exactly what I wanted it to do – suddenly, a whole new world of sound opened up to me and all the ideas I’d ever had were made possible.   

A mate of mine called Nick Elliot came over and recorded a simple acoustic song, which I then took and added instrumentation.   This was the first song of someone else’s that I ever produced.

I put word around to musical friends that I’d record and produce their songs and ended up working on three albums, two EPs and some random tracks. 

That year was incredible.  I loved hearing my friends’ songs for the first time.  I loved seeing their faces when I brought their songs to life and added extra instruments.  I remember sitting in my makeshift studio room with two of the artists whose albums I’d produced, listening to both albums back to back, lights off, and sharing a bottle of single malt that one of them had bought me as a thank you.

It was the best moment I’d had in music for a long, long time.  I thought, “right, THIS is what I’m going to do for a living”, and I spent the next few years gearing up to do just that.

Scribbled notes from a 2009 track.

I had been producing songs and composing for films, part time, for a few years.  I always charged, right from the start – even with friends – and people seemed happy to pay.  But it was just a sideline as my real job was working in Communications at the NHS.  

All the time, I was looking for a way out to start music production full time, and although I always had my eye out, I just didn’t know how that opportunity was going to come.

But then it did come, via the recession.  Suddenly, the NHS was even more strapped for cash than it normally was and I heard the first mentions of the words “voluntary redundancy”.  My heart leapt a bit.  

The biggest pitch of my life came next.  I had to go back to my wife Sarah and say that I’d like to quit my stable job to try and make a go of music production full-time.  She pointed out, quite reasonably, that we’d just had a baby, got a mortgage on a house, and it was the middle of a recession.

So I put a business plan together for the purpose of convincing Sarah that this was a good idea.  I would work as hard as I could to get the business up-and-running, the redundancy money would tide us over on a very basic budget for a year and, if at the end of that year I was no closer to doing it for a living, then at least I’d given it my all and I’d go and get another office job.

The next day, she texted me at work.  “You only live once, and I know this is what you’ve always wanted to do so let’s go for it.”  Best text I ever received.

In the weeks before finishing at the NHS, I’d started spending my evenings working out what I was going to do.  I thought of every single way I could make an income from recording – from things like recording old people’s life stories to session drumming.

In the end, I decided on the two things that excited me most – production for singer/songwriters and composition for explainer videos.

Why singer/songwriters?  Well, firstly, I loved the fact that with a solo artist, they have one undiluted vision, and it’s my job to help them realise it.  But secondly, my city of Derby already had Dubrek and Snug that catered for bands; I wouldn’t be doing anything that they didn’t already do.  Plus, recording singer/songwriters meant that I could play all the instruments that they didn’t play – more fun for me!

At this point, I was getting quite excited but needed some encouragement, so I went onto a popular music producer’s forum to tell them my plan and see if I could get any advice.  The day after posting, I checked and there were four pages of people telling me not to do it.  They said I must be mad, you can’t make a living through music,  some people even thought I was a troll, so absurd a career in music seemed to them!

That just made me more convinced that this was the right decision.  If all these people didn’t have the gumption to do it themselves then I’d do it for them!

Friday 5th August 2011 was my last day at the NHS.  I remember the feeling of walking out of the building for the last time.  Very excited, but a bit nervous too.  This was my big opportunity and I was determined not to waste it – problem was, I didn’t know how to go about getting business.

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In my second studio room – the cramped and weirdly shaped loft in my house. I couldn’t record anyone over 6’2″ in there.

Pretty much weekly, I get students and other musicians messaging me or sending questionnaires about how to become a music producer. I’m generally happy to answer, as I’m not precious about what I do.  In fact, I thought I might actually write this all down in the hope that it’s useful to someone else.  

I’ll do it in a number of parts as there’s a quite a lot to say. In this first part, I’ll give a bit of my background story.

I was obsessed with music pretty much since I was born.  As the youngest of four children, I was surrounded by different musical tastes from the word go and absorbed them all;  One sister listened to rock, the other listened to pop, my brother introduced me to hip hop, indie and weird 70s psychedelic stuff.  My Dad listened to classical and my Mum listened to music from the 50s and 60s, as well as taking me to church where I heard lots of folk and organ music in the church, and traditional Irish music from the church club.

Me (the small angry one) and my siblings, last week.

My Mum also taught me to harmonise at an early age by singing hymns and showing me and my brother how to do the harmonies.

I made up my first song at the age of 4 – it was called Dark Tunnel as I was a bit scared of going through train tunnels.  I have a vague recollection of performing it in front of my family with a home-made drum kit made of a bucket, a biscuit tin, a saucepan lid and an ironing board leg. This was my go-to drum kit for the next decade!

My first band (Jenimb, an anagram of Ben and my mate Jim) was formed at the age of about 7.   Jim and I simply pressed record on our tape recorder, hit my “drums” with wooden spoons, strummed chordlessly on a cheap, out-of-tune Argos guitar, and sang whatever came into our heads.  We recorded three albums this way, and I still have a couple of the cassettes.

Here’s a short, political track that we made called War. Hear our anger.

Me and Jim. Eating crisps, while we should have been making more albums.

However, one of Jenimb’s great innovations was “studio” recording, where we’d record our buckets and guitars onto a cassette and then play that cassette back right next to another tape recorder which would pick up the buckets and guitars but also record our randomly-plonked pianos and vocals.

This was genius.  We were convinced of our greatness, and that early conviction fuelled my music for the next few years.  I taught myself guitar and the very basics of keyboards.  But what I really wanted was to play drums.

At the age of 13, I was in Derby centre with my Mum and I dragged her into the local drum shop, as I always did, as a strong hint.  The guy in the shop let me have a go on an ancient budget Premier kit and did a bit of hinting himself – seeing as I’m so enthusiastic, he’ll let this kit go for £95.

My Mum took the hint.  Christmas was coming up, followed by my birthday.  If I was willing to have this as a joint Christmas and birthday present, and up my household chores, then she’d buy it.

I was ecstatic, and poured myself into drums, forming a series of bands – Dedd Cloze, The Relics, Broken Toys, Fatal Comfort, and other awful teenage two-word band names.

Me, aged 14. When I got the picture back I was annoyed with my Mum for not getting the drum kit into the photo!

For me, the goal for every band was always the same – to get signed and be as successful as possible.  I wanted to be playing multiple nights at Wembley Stadium by the age of 20.

However, I couldn’t admit this to my head teacher when he quizzed each of us before our GCSEs on what we wanted for our future career.  “International rock star”, even from a 14-year-old, seemed rather quixotic, so I told him I wanted to be a producer.

He suggested I might want to do more than just play drums.  And with that, I branched out in other areas.  I wrote all the songs and music for school musical with my best mate Matt at the age of 16; I started putting together MIDI on Cubase; I rented a four-track cassette recorder to try things out; I borrowed an effects pedal; I wrote more songs and played more guitar.  It was all looking pretty good and I was happy to spend all my free time making music.

Musically, my twenties consisted largely of rehearsing and gigging with a succession of bands.  One band called Pala did reasonably well, getting national radio play, playing hundreds of gigs over the UK and releasing a handful of singles but that petered out towards the end.  (We still occasionally play and record just for fun).

In my mid/late twenties, I decided to take control of things in any bands I was in, writing all the songs and doing all the organising, but ultimately, it was doomed to fail.  I was not having one bit of fun, I was jaded and had completely lost sight of the actual enjoyment of playing music.

On stage, just before I quit band life for good.

Then a weird thing happened. On my 30th birthday, I woke and simply realised that I didn’t have to do band stuff any more.   I quit the band I was in – it was such a massive relief and a weight lifted off my shoulder.

The question then was what I was going to do musically. Bands were pretty much all I’d ever known.

I’d been getting more and more into there recording side of things – it was always the thing I enjoyed the most about being in a band – and I focussed in on my recording equipment. That’s for part 2.

UPDATE: Here’s Part 2!

I’m writing this blog in a beautifully chilled studio room, whilst it’s 29 degrees outside.  Two weeks ago, I wouldn’t even have attempted to go into the studio on a hot afternoon.  Now, it’s my favourite place to be.

Air conditioning was installed two weeks ago, and it’s a game-changer.

Anyone that’s recorded here knows that it often got a little too hot for comfort in here.  It is, after all, a soundproofed and pretty much air-tight room.  Heat came in, and couldn’t escape.  Between the months of June and August, most sessions had to end at 2pm as the sun come round to the front of the studio and beat through the glass doors, making everything unbearable.

I thought about getting air-conditioning for years but was worried about three things:

Thankfully, none of the worried have come to pass.  It’s very low noise (and I can turn it off if I wanted to record something ultra-quiet), it doesn’t leak sound, and it refrigerates the room brilliantly.

The money that I spent getting it installed can be made back by the fact I can now work on hot afternoons and evenings. 

Come and join me!

The new single from Ivan Furber, Stopping Time, was released on New Year’s Day.

It’s a dark, haunting pop song with a superb vocal performance, betraying the fact that this is Ivan’s debut single and first time recording properly.

We started working on the song in October last year and it was really a co-production; Ivan’s Garageband project already had the eerie synth loop that begins the song, the atmospheric synth and the bass melody, along with other elements.

Although it sounded like a demo, there were a lot of good ideas in there so I went through and tweaked the synth sounds, and replayed the bass part with a real bass.

Drums were next and I created a dual drum part, using Native Instruments’ Butch Vig Drums and Abbey Road Studio Drummer. The drums start like an indie song but get a little more tribal as they go along, with lots of toms.

At Ivan’s request, I also added a ticking clock to the percussion – the clock I sampled was the grandfather clock from my Dad’s house.

From here, I added guitars, some chugging guitars that play all he way through, and some chiming atmospheric guitars for the chorus and end section.

When Ivan came to record, we put down 21 vocal tracks. As well a the lead vocal, Ivan put down loads of thickeners in the chorus (you can hear these well in the dropdown chorus at 2:08). The final 30 seconds are a flurry ion vocal ideas that all seem to work very well!

The vocals were processed with liberal amounts of echo and reverb and Soundtoys Decapitator, for the thick, ambient sound.

Ivan has plenty more songs in the pipeline and they are all quite dark, atmospheric and very compelling. Keep an eye out!

Amazingly, I’ve been able to carry on working in 2020.  I feel incredibly fortunate that this is the case, as I’m aware that a large percentage of people working in music/sound have been completely screwed this year, and I don’t take my luck for granted.

So this year, more than any other year, I would like to thank everyone that has hired me to work on something for them – it means a lot.

Looking back on this year feels so weird, that I can barely put it into words.  

Back in January, I played drums for Joe Seager at one of his gigs in Shrewsbury, and played a filthy game of Cards Against Humanity at a party with some friends in Derbyshire.  Both feel like decades ago.

The initial lockdown was hard for everybody, and different reasons for each person.  Some people were lonely, some lost their jobs, some got Covid. 

We were lucky that none of those applied to us, but our children (aged 11 and 6) were off school from March until September.  That’s a whole lot of time for kids to not be seeing their friends, not learning.  

My daughter finished junior school in that time and all the things she would normally enjoyed (end of term prom, Guides camp, school trip to the countryside) were cancelled.  My son is the family extrovert and thrives on social contact and lovely school and learning.  It was sad to see his natural inquisitiveness and upbeat nature gradually melt into months of iPad use.  

My wife Sarah did a superb (and very patient) job of home-schooling them both, but it’s really hard to keep kids occupied indoors for six months – it’s unnatural. It would have been easy to get very depressed but everyone has their own coping mechanisms:

For me, I kept a Word document called “Things I Want To Do In 2021”.  It’s currently seven pages long, and most of the things on the list are things that we may have taken for granted in any other year, but I’ve longed for this year:

Some of the things I did a lot anyway and really missed them: 

Others were things I’d always meant to do and never got round to:

I normally take January off to have a break, tidy the studio, do admin, learn a few new tricks etc.  I’m not doing that this year.   I’m heading straight back into things.

In the meantime, have a happy new year. Things are very “tier 4” at the moment, but I have faith in the vaccines (is there anything else we can have faith in?) and I look forward to a time this year when we can have some kind of party, go to a gig, go to a pub, whatever your buzz!

“I don’t know what to write for my next blog,” said Ben. “I’ll do it!” came the words from my mouth, before I could stop them. So here it is, the life of a music producer, from a wife’s perspective.

I knew what I was getting into when I married him. He always has some kind of tune in his head, whether it be an elusive U2 b-side (stop playing them to me Ben, I hate them), or a catchy tune he’s just dreamed up.

I remember my friends describing a future picture of me, Ben and our kids in their heads to me, before we got married. Ben was downstairs with a ukulele, playing incessant tunes to the kids who were listening in rapturous wonder and I was upstairs sitting on the bed taking Prozac and fretting. Well it’s not quite got as far as the Prozac yet, but it was an eerie premonition that I have reflected on a few times since.

I’ve become used to bumping into various strangers in my kitchen – there was some confusion when I was told “Wesleyan Brad” was coming to record (I figured just a very religious character who liked music) but found both Wesley and Brad standing in my kitchen drinking tea. I have a little giggle to myself every time he says they’re coming.

Basically, when the doorbell goes, as long as you are carrying an instrument or look as if you might be musical, I’ll let you in and send you to the studio. What Ben does with you after that is up to him.

I love that Ben gets to do his dream job, and he’s really good at it. I often get envious that he has an obvious gift but I am glad he’s putting it to use.

He’s also very professional – I recall the time he tripped outside just before somebody arrived, but he carried on with the recording and limped in to me afterwards to sheepishly ask if I could take him to A&E because he thought he’d broken a rib. So off the four of us went, and surprise surprise, he had!

I also remember the time I arrived home to find 5 sheets of industrial sized soundproof sheeting in my living room. “No other wife would mind!” I was told. Well – a hastily put together Facebook poll proved that he was in fact, wrong. Most other wives cared very deeply and gave me their full sympathy.

There have been things to work through – I still struggle with the fact that he can decide to take a random day off whenever he chooses and work on the weekend instead – I’ve always been used to the 9-5 way of things. I’ve also mastered the art of panic-moving underwear from radiators whilst holding up my side of a conversation.

So how to end this blog? Maybe with a word of advice to other wives who find themselves with whimsical partners. You may as well give them your full support because you only live once and what’s life if you can’t follow your dream?

Oh – and always check that somebody has left the house before shouting down to your husband “have they left yet, I’m not dressed and I can’t find any underwear.”

🙂